THIS chapter starts from where Renesmee's story stopped. Not from where Jacob's did :D And… read:

Chapter 8: Reunited

My mind kept screaming his name, dragging me into unhappiness, like it was trying to drown me. I tried focusing on the trees passing me, but it was harder than I would have assumed. The metaphor Jacob had described in his letter, made more sense now than ever. I could feel I was getting closer to Jacob minute by minute, second by second. I wondered if he could feel it too. He probably couldn't though; he was too miserable to notice.

I heard the sound of my father's feet next to me, but he didn't try to stop me now, he just followed. He knew I was a stubborn girl, and he knew what love could do to you.

I was running south west towards Forks. Jacob would be home in La Push, taking care of the funeral.

The thought of Billy dead, seemed impossible - his leathery skin close to pale, his dark deep eyes closed or maybe open but dead inside, his constantly sitting body suddenly laid out on a white hospital bed. The thought of his funeral was not even something I could think about; it was just not an option. Compared to my sparkling family and shape shifting friends, he still seemed like the most likely to be immortal. But he wasn't, apparently.

We ran for a few hours before we reached the US border. When we reached Cook, Michigan I ran into the airport, finding the first plane tickets to Seattle. I had to take a plane if I wanted to get there fast. And even though I'd refused to do it when he'd asked, my dad was right next to me the entire time, not asking any questions just following. He could have been my security bodyguard.

Luck was on my side; a plane was leaving for Seattle in half an hour, which meant I didn't have much time to think. I bought two tickets and went on the plane right after. Only 3 and a half hours and I could run all the way to La Push.

When I was seated, it felt like time stopped. The seconds passed by as quickly as hours. So when the steward started on the safety instructions, I felt the need to break something. Who didn't know those by now? Exits in the middle, back and front, oxygen above, help yourself before others, luggage in the compartments above, orange vests under the seats if we for some reason flying over land, would crash in the nonexistent water. I crossed my arms and felt my jaw shoot forward in frustration. Outside the ground started moving and after eons the steward finished and we were ready to take off. Finally.

I was quiet on the plane, and my father sat completely still next to me except for stroking my arm mechanically. His thoughts were probably occupied with the thought of my mom's face at the moment. Jacob was one of her best friends and Billy and her dad were the closest of friends, no question she was suffering too. My dad was craving for my mom almost as much as I was craving for Jacob.

I felt my dad's hand on mine, and realized I'd been forming a print of my nails in my upper arm, because of my anxiousness. I uncrossed my arms and took my father's hand in mine. "Sleep, sweetie. Tomorrow will be a long and emotional day," he said in an endearing voice, while his free hand stroked some hair away from my face.

"It's strange" I said, and closed my eyes, leaning my head back, "On one hand I want to wake up in my dorm room like any other day, and realizing all of this was just a dream…" I paused to think my next words through, "But on the other hand I want this to be reality; to be on my way home, to see all of you again, to sleep in my own bed, everything! And I know it sounds so selfish, because Billy's dead for crying out loud, but I just have a hard time imagining going back to Canada again," I said and opened my eyes to see if he was even listening, and what
his response was.

"Maybe you just want to wake up before you decided to go away. Realize all of this was a dream, that you never left us," he suggested.

"No…" I answered deliberately, "Because then I wouldn't have gotten the experience, or gotten to know Ally, or been on a date with Luke, or met William," I sighed, William would be devastated to hear I was gone. Or at least, I'd like to think he would.

"You were dating?" my dad was now an authority, and clearly not happy about his recent discovery. Oops.

"Yeah, but it ended in total chaos and he was a jerk," I said and closed my eyes again. Tiredness overwhelmed me like a wave.

He read my thoughts and saw how Luke kissed me and I'd hurt him. "He kissed you without your permission?" He asked trying to sound casual, but a hint of outrage hovered underneath.

"I'm sleeping, dad" I answered in a mumbling voice, though that wasn't completely true. It would be soon though.

The sound of my dad's voice woke me up. "We're here" he said with no hint of emotion. I opened my eyes, and saw that the plane was tilted slightly forward, ready to land. My dad's hand was resting on the armrest between us. I took it in mine and showed him my anxiety, he responded with a quick squeeze.

We were the first to leave the plane, almost running for the exit. The annoying steward slowed us down once again, insisting on shaking our hands, but I made sure he regretted it by showing him a quick picture of my recent nightmare. My dad laughed despite of himself.

It was all up to me now; I decided how fast I wanted to see Jacob. The answer was obvious; I wanted to see him now. To make that happen I had to sprint, no looking back, only forward. So that's what I did.

The tears streamed down my face as we got closer and closer to Forks. I knew Jacob would be in La Push where the funeral probably would take place. I didn't bother to look when I crossed roads; if a car hit me, I wouldn't be the one dying. My father still didn't change his expression; he didn't plan to find Jacob: his thoughts were my mom's only.

We parted when he headed for Charlie's house where mom would be, and I continued my way to La Push.

The last mile I didn't think about anything else than Jacob. I was going to make him happy, if it was the last thing I did. When I saw the familiar red house, I sprinted even faster than I thought possible. I could see Jacob through the yellow curtains in the window. He didn't know I was on my way that I would be with him in a second. One tiny second and we would be in the same room. A thought I hoped my dad was too busy to notice flashed by in my mind. It should be illegal for teenage girls to have a mindreading father.

I didn't know if I ran right through the door or if I opened it at first, the only thing I noticed was how sad his face was when he turned around, to see who the intruder was, and then my lips were glued to his. First he was hesitant, his lips hard and pursed, then when he realized what was happening his lips went soft and started moving with mine. It was like our lips had been separated at birth and were now finally reunited. I knew it was wrong to kiss him in a moment like this, but why did it feel so right then? And why did he respond this passionately? I didn't think about anything, my body did everything by itself:

My hands which before had been placed on his hips found their way up his back past his neck and up to his head – I had to stand on my toes to reach - where they buried themselves deep in his black shaggy hair. His didn't move the same way as mine; one was pushing the small of my back closer to him, the other stroking me from the cheek to my collarbone, raising goose bumps when touching my skin. It was weird; he was one of the only persons as hot as me, and the only one giving me chills.

I gasped for air, but swiftly continued the kiss with – if possible – even more passion and eagerness. Even though it felt like our bodies were melted together, I still felt like I needed to be closer to him. I wanted to be one with him, to never let him go.

He obviously felt the same; because his hand previously stroking my cheek, found its way down to the back of my thigh and so did the other. I didn't understand what he was doing, but my body did and I hopped up, wounding my legs around his waist, and lay my arms on his shoulders not once letting go of his silky lips.

This was what a kiss should feel like: electrifying, dizzying, smooth, amazing and right. My emotions overwhelmed me and a salty taste mixed with our kiss. Tears had been a strange casualty to me lately, but now they felt more meaningful and I knew that this would forever be one of the most significant moments in my life.

The kiss drifted to an end as our movements slowed together with my tears. I felt my hands gliding from his hair down to his face where they placed themselves on each cheek. My head pulled away, separating my lips from his slowly. He placed a butterfly kiss on my nose before he too pulled away. I looked into his big brown eyes and he looked back in mine.

We didn't speak, didn't move. He stared for a little longer than normal without blinking, before tears became visible in his eyes. His lips trembled with sadness, and my hands loosened their grip on his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, comforting Jacob, was the only thing that mattered in my universe right now. He cried into my shoulder and I cried into his, still with my legs wrapped around his muscular torso.

I still hadn't decided if we were still friends or if we had crossed the line to boyfriend and girlfriend. It was a blur point, and it didn't need to be cleared up right now. I wasn't sure if kissing was something we did now, or if it was a onetime occasion. I admit I wouldn't stop him if he felt like kissing me, but did that mean we were together? It was definitely something I would have to have cleared up at an appropriate time. And that time was not now, that was clear, even through the gallons of tears filling my eyes.

After an immeasurable moment – it could have been seconds or days - someone knocked on the door. I let go of Jacob for an instant, releasing my grip with my legs and standing next to him, but only to grab his hand right after. He wiped the tears away from his face with the back of his hand.

"Come in" he said with a broken voice. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath; he was trying to keep up his image as the leader of the pack.

The door opened slowly and a familiar boyish head peeked inside. It was Seth, but he looked wrong with the tortured expression that covered his face. The emotions that ran over his face when he saw me were first shock, then happiness, then sorrow again when he remembered Jacob and why I was here.

"Hi Nessie" he said and walked over to hug me. It was a little awkward hugging him while holding Jake's hand, but I managed without letting go.

"Rebecca is on her way from the airport, but Sue will take care of that…" it was weird to hear him call his own mother Sue, but I guess that was him taking responsibility now that Jake was incapable of running the pack. "Carlisle told me to tell you that if you want to visit the hospital, you have to be there by 4 pm. And Leah said that you don't need to worry about the pack; she will handle everything pack related," he said in an informative tone. "And remember… We're here for you; every single person here is ready to help if you need anything. No request is too big… I mean we got Nessie" he finished and smiled at me.

"I won't leave your side" I whispered and rubbed my thumb against the outside of his hand.

"Thank you, Seth" Jacob said – his voice was still rough and you could easily hear he'd been crying – then he added: "And thank Carlisle, Leah and Sue too, would you?"

Seth nodded once, smiled at me, and then closed the door behind him as he exited the small house.

Silence boomed from the walls when Seth was gone. The lack of the familiar squeaking of Billy's wheelchair driving over the bleached wooden floor, created a lump in my throat. I couldn't think of anything to say. Was Billy the right topic? Maybe a light small talk to ease the tension. I had no idea.

"I got your letter," Jacob said, probably in an attempt to start the casual conversation, I'd been afraid to have.

"And?" I asked.

"It was good," he answered like I'd started the topic and he didn't find it interesting.

"Good?" I asked. One word sentences were a good way of hiding my insecurity.

"Sounds like boarding school is a dream" his dismissal tone was irritating me.

'Click', it said as I realized what he was on about. "That's what this is about?" I asked and a fresh tear ran down my cheek which was now red of anger. "You think I've had a splendid time?" I was furious and Jacob stunned.

"Haven't you?" He tried to ask but I interrupted him.

"I spent the first week crying my eyes out, because I felt homesick. That easily destroyed all my chances of ever getting friends." I yelled in anger.

He took advantage of the silence when I took a deep breath: "But you said you…"

I interrupted him again: "Yes, I did in fact have friends. But then I went on a double date in the national museum of history with all the stupid animals. Did you know they have four stuffed wolves; one sand-colored, one grey, one black and one brown? Just. like. your. freaking. pack?" I asked and pointed at him. "I didn't! And while looking at them my date decided to scare me! I then tried to run away, but my friend, Ally, convinced me to stay. Then when we were at home we went into their room where my date kissed me! So I pushed him down on the floor where he almost broke his spine! So yeah, I totally still have friends!" My temper flared and my breath came out in small gasps.

He once again tried to interrupt me, but I didn't let him. "Yes, I know, what about William?" it didn't sound like a question the way I screamed it in his face, "He probably hates me too, after I told him to say something to Julie, who turned him down. Then when he needed me the most, I decided to go home without any kind of warning, because…" I stopped, because I knew I would soon say something I would regret.

I also knew it was extremely unfair to yell at him like this, but I just couldn't hold it back anymore. And he was the only person that I could tell anything. Almost. I was standing in the middle of the room my breast aching as my anger turned into guilt. I lowered my arms that I had been throwing around trying to make a point. "I love you" I mumbled and once again I started crying.

Jacob crossed the room and laid his huge warm arms around me. "I love you too" he mumbled in my hair, raising goose bumps down my neck.

"I know" I said and shrugged, before a laugh escaped my lips.

He laughed and pulled away from the hug; he didn't have time for hugging. He took a deep breath before he talked, "I need to talk to Leah before I go to the hospital. Are you staying or coming?"

"Coming," I said and grabbed his hand reassuringly. I would not let go easily, that was for sure.

Authors Note:
This is not the last chapter, if that's what you thought ^^

I know this was like you had expected, fairytale ending and all that. But as I said it's not the end, and they still haven't had "the talk" ^_^

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